Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Take this thing away, hurry!" the portrait inside the frame screamed, which made it feel instinctive fear, who made the components of the portrait all flammable. Eight?? One Chinese Network ＝≤≤≤

"You are feeding your broken bird here again. One day I will complain that your actions will cause damage to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts! Also disrespectful to the portraits of the headmasters of all generations!" Phineas said angrily Excellent, but helpless, because he is just a portrait now, and he can't do more than pass messages.

This is one of the costs of what appears to be "eternal life".

Fox, who was curled up on the perch, saw the flame, and his lazy eyes immediately became energetic. It immediately stretched its wings and rushed towards its food. The flame was not too big. It swallowed the whole mass with a single mouthful, then exhaled some smoky ashes and burped. He flew back to the shelf again, squinted and started to fall asleep.

"I didn't have this kind of pet when I was in power." Phineas said with a sour expression at the moment, and then his expression changed, changing his previous casualness, "Dumbledore, have you recently .."

"If you're asking about your descendants, he sneaked into Hogwarts not long ago and made a mess of the school." Dumbledore seemed to know the question he wanted to ask beforehand. gives the answer.

"I have said many times that there is no coward in the Black family, and there will be no traitors in my younger generation. His escape from prison means that he is innocent. The people of the Black family will never run away after making mistakes!" Phineas said loudly, It's hard to imagine how a painting can be so full of life.

Even though Black announced his separation from his family, in the eyes of the old man, he was still a slightly rebellious descendant.

"If, I mean if, if he can be caught by me, or another teacher, and then in Wizengamore, I'll give him a fair trial." Dumbledore didn't question whether Sirius was innocent or not. He didn't want to express his own opinion, although his intuition told him that it was a bit tricky. When Sirius was arrested and put into Azkaban without trial, he had some doubts in his heart, but if Sirius really was Innocent, how does his frantic laugh at the time of the explosion and his twelve years in Azkaban explain.

At least so far, there is no reason to convince him why an innocent person has never vindicated once?

"Dumbledore..." Phineas wanted to continue arguing about this issue, but he stopped immediately, showing a playful smile: "The junior I admire is here, how about letting him in? ?"

There was a knock on the door.

"It's rare for an educator to decline a student's request to meet.

Dumbledore looked at the portrait and said in a broad voice, "The password is fudge, please come in." "

The door was opened, and Malfoy was about to bypass the exquisite, puffing silverware and come directly to Dumbledore's desk.

"Child, have you encountered any problems?" Dumbledore asked kindly, just like facing any ordinary student, but a dark tide gradually surged in his heart.

He now clearly knows that the student in front of him is full of vigilance against him. Compared with most students, he has shown an ordinary learning ability and mind.

He could not have imagined that a single student could learn Occlumency in the first grade.

This is one of the main reasons for his miscalculation.

A misunderstanding may have caused a bad feeling that is difficult to eliminate.

Except for the accident last year when he was in a hurry, Dumbledore did not take the initiative to probe the memory of any student.

When I first met this little guy, I just wanted to know about the inner thoughts of this child at that time.

After all, Malfoy still took the Philosopher's Stone away. In any case, he needed to know something deeper. He would not randomly probe the memory of an ordinary student. Since the students respectfully called him the principal, he naturally also To live up to that trust.

He just hoped to get some representations of emotions. Now he is still thinking, if he could have paid more attention to Tom Riddle and realized his hatred and greed, whether all this would not have happened.

However, he, who had no plans to investigate deeper, was violently counterattacked. Without any psychological preparation, he was actually affected by an illusion.

No one can remain calm after seeing their own death.

Even if he is Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of today or ever.

Of course, he trusted Snape as always, he believed it was just an illusion, even though the scene seemed irrefutably real.

As for now, Dumbledore has begun to trust the boy in front of him more and more.

Because not long ago, he saw Pansy's patron saint on the court, which surprised him.

This is the best proof that the students who stay by his side have gradually changed, and it is a good direction. Otherwise, with the influence of the female student's family background and parents, the Patronus Charm may not be with her for the rest of her life.

And as early as last year's secret room incident, Malfoy proved his position, and Malfoy's words before the final coma made him tangled for a long time. Finally, he vaguely guessed the boy's intention, so he decided to go against his own. in principle.

Everyone hates lies, but sometimes it's a necessary tool.

As for now, he can only try his best to make up for the relationship between the two. He can't be too enthusiastic, which will even cause the students in front of him to be suspicious. .

Unfortunately, his normal heart did not last long.

"I can solve the problem of those dementors." Malfoy said slowly, but what he said was shocking.

"Huh?" Dumbledore raised his silver-white eyebrows, as if he had heard something surprising, of course, the matter itself was indeed surprising.

The fingertips of his hands met, lost in thought.

After a while, he held up his half-moon lens and said, "You always surprise me, Draco, so please, can you tell me how? And what do I need to do?"

Just as Malfoy was about to speak, he was interrupted by Dumbledore's laughing words: "By the way, don't tell me that I was asked to go to the dementor's lair, so maybe tomorrow's Daily Prophet's report will be published. The headline is not the collective disappearance of dementors, but the loss of my job as an old man."

"Besides, it's too tiring. There are quite a few dementors in Azkaban. Can you be considerate of the old man, right?" More comedic.

Sometimes childlike innocence is not really a compliment.

"I'm talking about solving the problem of the dementors, not the dementors themselves." Malfoy's eyes narrowed, he knew that the old man who had suddenly lost his mental age was joking with him, but he couldn't bear it. Temper to explain, to satisfy his bad taste.

Dumbledore was a necessary part of his solution to the Dementors, and it was another act of his own to make a point.

"If you are really willing to help me, then in the next time, your identity will temporarily become a bodyguard, witness, and Auror, yes, and my supervisor, if you don't trust me. "

"That's such an honor!" Dumbledore said happily, blinking his eyelids, ignoring Malfoy's somewhat dissatisfied remarks.

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Degraded streets, dirty streets. Bustling streets, bustling streets.

The night is like water, the orange lights are intertwined with the greasy powder, and there is an ambiguous atmosphere. The various neon lights of the hotels on both sides of the street are dazzling. This is the paradise of the rich, whether they are rich, in power, or decadent or dissolute, they can choose this street to spend their boring time and comfort their empty **.

Beneath the brilliance, guilt and cruelty are concealed.

Gangs, fire and. woman,**.

Deeper in a hotel, there may be more unimaginable power and money transactions.

Compared with the feasting and feasting of these gold-selling caves, the dilapidation and decay of other nearby neighborhoods are even more ironic.

More people who are struggling below the food and clothing line can only do the most humble jobs and even illegal activities to maintain a living, stealing, pimping and even more sinful ways to maintain their livelihoods.

Who can see the darkness under the prosperity?

Today, this street that never sleeps seems to have welcomed a strange guest.

Because he is a little young.

"Little brother, this is not the place you should be." A girl with heavy make-up greeted her. She was very revealing. If she wanted to, she could see the white greasy on her chest at any time.

Malfoy didn't look sideways, just walked forward on his own.

"Ah, I don't think she's quite handsome." The girl got closer and looked at her eyes carefully. The pale gold, gray pupils, and slightly thin cheeks were all in line with the public's aesthetics. The clothes that don't look cheap and the slender figure made her excited.

It shouldn't be a problem to try small fresh meat, right? Even if he doesn't pay, he earns it himself, and it seems that this boy is very temperamental, maybe he is a fat sheep.

Thinking of this, her eyes narrowed, revealing a usual lascivious smile, fiddling with her somewhat rustic gold earrings, and preparing to use her solicitation tactics against this underage boy.

"Oh hoho, you really can talk, how about I call you little sweetheart?"

"Big sister will take you to do many interesting things."

Passers-by all looked blankly at the woman who was provocatively facing a street lamp, but they were amazed and felt a little interesting, and couldn't help but applaud.

"The competition for women standing on the street is too fierce now. They are forced to practice soliciting customers in front of the street lights, but the spirit is still very dedicated." This is the inner thought of the masses.

About a few minutes later, the woman woke up from the intoxicated look on her face, looking at the crowd of onlookers, her face turned blue and red.

Did she just freak out? Facing the streetlight**?

Now she can clearly see that there is an old street lamp above her head, with an orange-yellow halo on it, shining directly on her face, the mild tone is now particularly dazzling to her. .

In addition to the sadness, the pungent side is revealed.

"What are you looking at, aren't there a few people in the street?" The woman said fiercely, but it shocked the group of people on the street.

Malfoy never imagined that his random confusion spell would bring about so many episodes, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

He has more important things to do now.

For example, go to an appointment.

Walking through the feasting streets, around the bustling blocks, there are strips of desolate areas, abandoned factories, and old buildings, all of which indicate the dilapidation and desolation of this place, especially in contrast to the dim lights not far away. Strong, giving people a sense of disobedience.

Malfoy stood in front of a building seemingly at random, stopped his steps, and then walked slowly to the stairs, stepping up the stairs, his goal was the top floor.

"You're here." In the corridor, there was a tall and thin old man standing outside the iron gate. The long silver hair and beard were particularly eye-catching in the dim environment. The old man was looking at him with a complicated expression.

"No one escaped?" Malfoy asked.

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded slightly, looking very calm.

However, this is only the surface. It has been a long time since his heart stirred up waves like today, causing huge waves. The last time his heart was so turbulent, maybe the current Voldemort has not completely died.

Today, he and this student have done so many amazing things together.

For example, he became a witness once.

As a highly respected senior in the wizarding world, he has witnessed many oaths. The wizards have used various magic spells to restrain the behavior of both parties and reach an agreement. He has served as both an oath taker and too many witnesses, but not long ago that The witness made him feel chills in his heart.

"I can guarantee to provide endless food and habitat for your clan. Can you guarantee that you will restrain your clan so that you will not attack Muggles or wizards other than the food I provide in the future?"

"I...will...will." In the dimly lit room, Malfoy stood in the middle of the emptiness, and there was a Dementor floating on the opposite side. The same hood, cloak, scabbed palms, and the gloomy aura that emanates anytime and anywhere, the difference is that his stature is larger than other Dementors, after listening to the first line of the oath Afterwards, it responded slowly, and didn't know where his voice came from, because he had no facial features, the only thing he knew was that his voice was full of emptiness and nothingness, and it echoed throughout the room.

Dumbledore also stood beside them and watched silently, saying nothing. (To be continued.)